Joe and Andy

Joe got creative, arranging the boxes in the storage unit as a platform so he could fuck Andy on his back. They had another great time and went their separate ways. Joe got home.

Angela was sitting at the dining room table with a glass of scotch and a cigarette burning in an ashtray. Angela had always been a smoker but cut it down to four a day like her idol Joan Didion. She smoked discreetly and never around Annabelle. However, Anabelle wasn’t there. That morning they had driven to Connecticut to drop her off with Angela’s parents.

Her parents had been nagging them to move to the guesthouse on their estate as it would be safer and better for Angela to be in the country. Joe had been worried as it would make seeing Andy a big problem. However, thankfully Angela kept putting them off. Recently, she decided that Annabelle should go for an extended visit.

“Joe, I’m sorry to spring all of this on you” began Angela. “I’ve been having an affair with Miles for the past two years.” He was a handsome famous 40-year-old novelist whose books she worked on. “This last few months have been tough. If it weren’t for the virus I suppose everything could have stayed the same, but I can’t do this anymore. I’m moving in with Miles at his house in the Hamptons. Annabelle can stay with my parents, we can all Zoom. I’m 38. Who knows how long this thing is going to last. I need to have the life I want. I feel awful and want to do the best by you…” she continued, indicating two debit cards on the table.

Joe had signed a prenup and lawyers would eventually be involved for a final settlement. For now, one debit card had funds to pay the rent and utilities on the apartment for a year, as well as expenses for Ingrid. “She’s really been your dog for a long time Joe, and she should stay here with you.” The other debit card had $52,000 to cover Joe’s personal expenses for a year.

“I loved you, but life changes. You’re wonderful, I know you’re going to be okay and that you’ll find someone” she said as she hugged him and then wheeled her suitcase out the front door. Miles was waiting in his car nearby. 

“Even the losers get lucky sometime” Joe thought of Tom Petty’s song about his incredible good fortune.

“Hey!” said Joe when Andy answered his phone in the living room. Lana was asleep in her room. Daniel wasn’t home, otherwise he’d have gone to the bathroom to speak in private. It was an exciting conversation.

“What’s all this?” said Daniel when he got home, seeing Andy’s two suitcases. One was packed with his clothes, the other with his movie collection.

“I’m leaving. You’re not the only who’s been having an open relationship.”

“Huh?”

“Now you can fuck Randall all the time.”

“Come on! That has nothing to do with what’s important. How could you know about Randall?”

“What’s important is that I’m with someone who makes me happy.”

“How could you even be hooking up? With who?”

“I’m not the passive idiot you think I am.”

“What about Lana?”

“She’s yours and all yours. You can hire a nanny. We’ll be in touch” said Andy as he wheeled his suitcases out.

“But--”

After getting a tour of what would become his new residence, Andy and Joe were nude in what had been Joe and Angela’s bed. Their making out was even more electric now that they were free. Eventually, Joe was stretched out, reclining on a pillow and on the headboard as Andy lay in front of him sucking his dick and licking his balls. Amidst the ecstasy he felt as Andy used his hot mouth on his rigid joint, Joe thought how lucky he was.  

Andy was on his back, legs spread and pinned up against the headboard as Joe thrust his torso, ramming his cock which Andy had gotten so hard, in and out of the sobbing Andy’s quivering asshole. It was a dynamic fuck as Joe slid his tongue in Andy’s mouth. Andy came, shooting off up onto Joe’s chest. Joe’s howled as he climaxed deep into Andy’s innards. They took a shower, got back into bed and hugged, it would be the first time they would sleep together.

The next day Joe woke to the sight of sunlight streaming through the bedroom window as Andy was stroking his awakening dick and fondling his balls. Andy soon took his lover’s cock in his mouth and passionately serviced it to completion, swallowing the load of morning cum. Joe’s days would now begin with a great blow job and end with a hot fuck. In between, they filled the time constructively and joyously.

Their morning routine also included walking Ingrid, then putting on shorts and T-shirts and going for a run and on returning doing an hour of yoga on mats in the living room accompanied to a blend of classic and new rock. Though they were not overly muscular, both men had tight solid physiques and were quite appealing nude and complemented each other when fucking.

There were drives to Trader Joe’s for groceries. Andy made their breakfast/lunch and Joe made their dinners. There was a pitcher of margaritas with their evening meal as they watched a movie and later shared a joint. Sometimes, they went to a neighborhood restaurant. Joe had no problem being out with Andy in public. Not even when Andy introduced him to friends and aquaintances as,  "Joe, my new boyfriend." Evenings always conlcuded with a sensational fuck.

Once a week they privately Zoomed with their ex-spouses and daughters to maintain a sense of family for their children’s sakes.

In order to be productive, Joe relaunched his dog walking career and Andy did book keeping and accounting for several psychologists a few hours a day from home. Their new lives began.